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By Eric Bergeson

Since 1997, Eric has owned and operated Bergeson Nursery, rural Fertile, MN, a business his grandfather started in 1937. With the active participation of his parents, who owned the business for the previous twenty five years, and his younger brother
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Since 1997, Eric has owned and operated Bergeson Nursery, rural Fertile, MN, a business his grandfather started in 1937. With the active participation of his parents, who owned the business for the previous twenty five years, and his younger brother Joe, who is now president of the company, the business has nearly tripled in size during Ericís ownership tenure.
The holder of a Master of Arts in History from the University of North Dakota, Eric has taught courses in history and political science at the University of Minnesota, Crookston. He is also an adjunct lecturer in history for Hamline University, St. Paul, MN.
Ericís hobbies include Minnesota Twins baseball, Bach organ music, bookstores, hiking, photography, singing old country music with his brother Joe, and watching the wildlife on the swamp in front of his house eight miles outside of Fertile, Minn.

She informed me that her schedule was clear enough so she could see company again. I wasn't aware that it had been full, but I usually go in once per week. So, I went in yesterday afternoon.

I was digging in her desk drawers looking for her wallet, which she very successfully hides from herself and everybody else, when I came across an envelope of pictures from the 1920s through the 1940s. I had never seen the pictures before, and many of them had no writing on the back describing who was in the picture.

I started handing the photos to Aunt Olla. The stories came back, ones I have never heard. One picture was of Olla and a friend rowing a boat on Lake Koronis in 1943.

"Oh!" Olla said, "Helen told me the dirtiest joke that day!"

Seems a man was in the shower and a knock came at the door, so he grabbed a picture off the wall to cover himself with while answering the door. The person at the door kept staring down at him and so the naked man said, "What you looking at?"

Turns out the frame was empty.

That's a pretty racy joke, at least by Aunt Olla's standards.

I found two pictures of a boyfriend I never knew she had. "He was a nice guy, but not very bright. I didn't..." and she faded off shaking her head.

She's complaining about her hair, which is pretty long. I set up appointments, but then I think she cancels them because she's certain that all the hair dressers have taken to drink. Not sure what to do about that. Breathalyzer?